#IS EVERYTHING TO ME

[ecstarry]

@rosekillermicrofic / lips / 323 words / @fromagony

“Hey, baby doll,” Barty said as he rested his arm on the small wall of Evan’s cubicle. 

“I hate it when you call me that,” Evan quipped. His eyes not leaving his computer screen, hoping that if he ignored the office flirt he would be able to regain some composure. 

“Next time try not to blush and I’ll believe you.” Evan didn’t have to look at Barty to know that a grin was spreading across his face. 

“You’re an ass.”

“And you’re gorgeous.” Barty got closer and sat on Evan’s desk. “You look stressed.” Barty pouted at him. 

“I was fine before you started bothering me.” He couldn’t stop his gaze from traveling from Barty’s thighs next to him all the way to Barty’s lips. 

“I'll take it all, baby doll… Whatever's been weighin' you do-”

Evan interrupted with a loud laugh, “Are you using a fucking Dominc Fike song to flirt?”

Barty blushed, clearly caught off guard, but not backing down. “Is it working?”

Before Evan could answer, a text distracted him. It was Regulus, he wasn’t going to be able to give him a ride home that day.

“Fuck,” Evan muttered to himself. 

“What is it? Is the damsel in distress?”

Evan returned his eyes to Barty and saw the eagerness on the man to keep their game going. 

“My car is at the mechanic and Regulus can’t drive me home today, so I need to find a new ride home.”

At once, Barty jumped from the desk, placed Evan’s bag on his shoulder and extended his arm towards him. “Your chariot awaits.”

Evan laughed at the gesture, “You don’t even know where I live.”

“I’m HR, I actually do know.”

“That sounds creepy.” 

“Only for you,” Barty quickly added with a wink.  

Evan tried to conceal his excitement as he got in Barty’s car. 

“So is Dominic Fike okay, baby doll?”

“Just drive.” A small smile adorning Evan’s face.

[xi-xi-chen]

[culiehua]

Happy mother's day to the mother of all mothers (ft. baby jem🤱💕)

characters by @cassandraclare

follow me on instagram @ leizanart :)

[sureisbuddy]

i was born waiting

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made in the midst of reading the davesprite part

was listening to mitski's abbey, thought of him, had to draw

[itsatorchwoodthing]

i’ve read The House That Jack Built over 3 years ago now and this quote still hunts me to this day - this is what Jack Harkness is about, no more, no less, this is him

[illuminatedquill]

Ezra: If -

Sabine: If?

Ezra: If women -

Sabine: Women? We’re doing this again? Okay, let’s go.

Ezra: If women go through menstruation . . .

Sabine: Oh, this is different. This is very different.

Ezra: . . . then why don’t men go through womenstruation?

Sabine: I will have you assassinated. I will have you -

[toad404]

a big f you to chronic pain !! okay bye

[lacebird]

#yeah i watch indiana jones for ~ the plot ~

[number1abbasupporter]

James: okay i gotta go do my homework. see you later love

Regulus: bye babe

*5 minutes later*

James: hey reggie!

Regulus: i thought you were doing homework?

James: it got boring

Regulus: when are you going to do it then?

James: later

Regulus: its due tomorrow

James: yeah i know

[simplyender]

how do i even explain this one

[tthelady]

HOLD ON

[hitinmiss]

I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream 💤

[churmandurr]

confronting astarion after he bites me.. wait do i kinda like taht shit

[mxmoth]

THE JUDGMENT DAY and R TRUTH on WWE RAW | 12-18-23

[echo-stimmingrose]

Percy: Yeah, I mean... You're kinda like a father to me.

Posiedon: uh.... *no words*

Percy: Which is a new development for you and I'm unsure of how to feel about it.

[anrisimps]

Based on this prompt

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how krs became a sugar baby to not one but two mafia bosses. 

Lsh and cjs had been dining together when they found krs's wallet lying on the pathway. They had a very strange friendship, being mafia bosses and all that. They decided to check his wallet on a whim, it was a good day after all..wont hurt to fool around a bit. What greeted them was the sight of a completely deadpan face of one krs.  They don't know what hooked them in, perhaps it was the dark circles or perhaps the ready-to-end-it-all look in his eyes. Or those cute ,pouty lips. Whatever the reason maybe, lsh and cjs could feel themselves drawing in.

They knew each other extremely well. Lsh looked up at him and smirked. Cjs found himself echoing that smile. This was going to be fun. 

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They sent him gifts. Lots of them. Well it had become a sort of competition between them, who would be outdone by the other, who would sweep krs off his feet. Both of them knew they would end up sharing him, but the thrill to see who would be chosen by him kept them on their toes. Lsh privately wondered if it was possible to be so hoodwinked by someone they hadnt even met yet. 

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Krs on the other hand was trapped in a delimma. First he lost his wallet. His savings were already disappearing so fast and now his stupid wallet was gone. Would he be evicted if he delayed the rent? He hoped not.  And then the strangest thing happened. He found a million won lying in his mailbox. He blinked. The money was still there.

'Not a dream then', he thought blankly. And then closed his mailbox. He might be hardpressed for money but its better than being caught in some sort of scam and regret later. Three days later, krs stared at the three million won in his mail box. He had to pay rent in three days. Who cares where this money came from. He certainly doesnt. Free money is the best money after all. Krs ignored the voice in the back of the head calling him a hypocrite. He was just a powerless , tiny (not really) in front of the giant scheme of things ( money)

Taking the money was apparently some sort of a 'good to go sign' and then money came pouring in. And sometime later, furniture and other basic necessities began coming in. It was extremely suspicious and dangerous and if krs had been a better man, he would have stopped. But he was not, so he even ended up writing a note of appreciation for them ( yes he knows its two different people. Their tastes were wildly different.) in his mail box because he didnt know where else to send it off and surely enough next time the package came with two roses taped on top of it. 

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 One thing led to another and he became their sugar baby. Lsh and cjs fell harder when they found how scarily competent krs was. They were mafia bosses so of course they had a competency kink. How would you run an illegal organization with blubbering buffoons after all. Krs was simply a delight to have around in these tiring times. Soon enough krs gets promoted/demoted to their second hand in command along with being their full time sugar baby. Life was good. Krs wouldnt have it any other way.